Silence
Anonymous Me
@aryamajor
There was a hush that fell over the desert this time of day. It was blazing hot and there wasn’t much that dared to brave the heat of the day. The tall lean figures retreated to their stone huts. Inside it was mostly cool though by evening it would be warm enough to ward off the majority if the cold. Now it was just the long hours of nearly blistering heat. However, it wasn’t the usual afternoon retreat to cool off.
Reaching underneath the bed roll the man withdrew a sword. It was one of the more effective weapons against his kind. He had a gun to ward off other kinds of trouble, but he preferred if there was a raid to use the sword as his primary weapon. The sword scabbard scraped against the rocks as it was pulled from underneath the dusty mat. Part way through retrieving his weapon he heard a cry go out across the village. Maybe the other clan had attacked first? Leaving the scabbard behind he simply drew the sword out by the hilt and whipped out the doorway of the stone hut.
A massive rolling cloud of the red sand swirled into the air and began to drop in waving curtains. This made it a good day. Ships rarely landed on the planet and whichever clan was close enough could make the raid. Since it was rare to find survivors now all he had to do was lay claim to whatever he wanted after the loot was gathered.
Laying his sword aside he started to draw near the ship with the others. “I’ll take the craft.” It looked to be in good enough shape that if he could figure it out the ship may fly again. A hum sounded overhead as another ship flew overhead and he ducked instinctively. While none of them had flown a ship the man knew that they were dangerous if you were not prepared. Cautiously he peered at the sky with his brilliant green colored eyes. Sneaking a little closer to the craft he laid a tanned hand on the ship and pulled at the levers.
Some of the others had begun to anxiously seek refuge anywhere that might hide them from the ship overhead. He wanted to see what sort of loot he could gain from this craft and instead continued to pry until the one lever that had been jammed came loose. A creak sounded and then a loud bang. Jumping a little he smashed his head into the ship and then growled. The man gingerly ran one large hand through his thick, wavy, black hair. Cursing under his breath he ducked under the wing and approached the door carefully. Reaching for his gun he shook his head. It was foolhardy to have approached without his sword.
This ship was in far better shape than many of the others that had landed and whoever was inside happened to be alive because the door had swung open and there wasn’t anyone in view just yet. Peering over his shoulder he couldn’t help the growing frown or sense of unease that he felt.
There was a hush that fell over the desert this time of day. It was blazing hot and there wasn’t much that dared to brave the heat of the day. The tall lean figures retreated to their stone huts. Inside it was mostly cool though by evening it would be warm enough to ward off the majority if the cold. Now it was just the long hours of nearly blistering heat. However, it wasn’t the usual afternoon retreat to cool off.
Reaching underneath the bed roll the man withdrew a sword. It was one of the more effective weapons against his kind. He had a gun to ward off other kinds of trouble, but he preferred if there was a raid to use the sword as his primary weapon. The sword scabbard scraped against the rocks as it was pulled from underneath the dusty mat. Part way through retrieving his weapon he heard a cry go out across the village. Maybe the other clan had attacked first? Leaving the scabbard behind he simply drew the sword out by the hilt and whipped out the doorway of the stone hut.
A massive rolling cloud of the red sand swirled into the air and began to drop in waving curtains. This made it a good day. Ships rarely landed on the planet and whichever clan was close enough could make the raid. Since it was rare to find survivors now all he had to do was lay claim to whatever he wanted after the loot was gathered.
Laying his sword aside he started to draw near the ship with the others. “I’ll take the craft.” It looked to be in good enough shape that if he could figure it out the ship may fly again. A hum sounded overhead as another ship flew overhead and he ducked instinctively. While none of them had flown a ship the man knew that they were dangerous if you were not prepared. Cautiously he peered at the sky with his brilliant green colored eyes. Sneaking a little closer to the craft he laid a tanned hand on the ship and pulled at the levers.
Some of the others had begun to anxiously seek refuge anywhere that might hide them from the ship overhead. He wanted to see what sort of loot he could gain from this craft and instead continued to pry until the one lever that had been jammed came loose. A creak sounded and then a loud bang. Jumping a little he smashed his head into the ship and then growled. The man gingerly ran one large hand through his thick, wavy, black hair. Cursing under his breath he ducked under the wing and approached the door carefully. Reaching for his gun he shook his head. It was foolhardy to have approached without his sword.
This ship was in far better shape than many of the others that had landed and whoever was inside happened to be alive because the door had swung open and there wasn’t anyone in view just yet. Peering over his shoulder he couldn’t help the growing frown or sense of unease that he felt.